an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Monday, October 10, 2005

Some Shells Are Born Empty

by Surreal as Sunlight

Under the seas of
Thailand where the
Sun rays dance drunk

Deeper and deeper
I swim to the bottom
Where this pirate ship has sunk

Further and further
From the shore
I’ve left myself on deck

Off the coast of
Koh Tao where the
Borka had its wreck

The beauty of the life down here
Lets me forget hideous life back there
I wouldn’t dare go back.
I wouldn’t ever go back.

Trapped by the eyes of an octopus so stunning
It creeps up the coral with an attitude so cunning
Floating towards it with no control
Losing any power over this body

A giant white curtain
Clamps down on me
What is it I’m uncertain
It’s all I see

And my back is crammed
Against the pearl
I should not have forgotten
The back home girl

Paralyzed by this bivalve
I’m kicking my way out
But my legs aren’t moving
I would shout, but no one would hear me

Suffocating in water
Drowning in regret
Let me out
Let me fix it

I promise it’ll be better this time
I promise I wont run away
You are lost
Because it is too late

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